I followed my feet to the park. Today was the one day I didn’t have any work since I’d switch a couple shifts when I got out of hospital. It was supposed to be so me and Damien could spend some time together. That went according to plan, huh? I sat down on one of the benches and realised there was something in my hand. I looked down and saw Damien’s keys. Did I forget to give those back? I wandered around the park for a while in an attempt to waste time but time dragged on and on. It was taunting me. Eventually the sky started to darken and soon only the kids whose parents didn’t know they were dating were left in the park. They drifted off eventually once it started nearing their curfews and soon enough I was alone in the park. I picked a bench and lay down, curling up as best as I could. I was well aware of the fact that I was in a perfect position to be raped. Or mugged. Or both. And if it rained, I was fucked but at least it’d wash off the blood, right?
I was woken up at some point in the morning by my phone buzzing in my pocket. I glanced at it and saw a text from Damien. A text from Damien saying he’d stopped breathing. Well if that isn’t the world’s biggest mindfuck then I don’t know what is. My phone buzzed again.
“Please come to the hospital, he needs you”
When I got to the hospital and Damien’s bed in particular, I saw a woman sat by him. I’m guessing it was Annie. She was in tears and Damien seemed to be asleep.
"What happened?" I asked quietly and she sniffled.
"He couldn't get back into the apartment, 'cause you walked off with his keys, so I offered to let him stay at mine. Only he was in such a shit mood that he thought it would be a good idea to overdose"
I kept silent and she punched Damien’s leg.
"Fucking hell Damien, I invited you to stay the night, not try and commit suicide in my apartment!" she half shouted, still in tears.
Damien stirred slightly and I glanced at him.
"Where's Kyle?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.
"Over here" I said just as quietly.
"I want Kyle" he said, fighting back tears. I guess he didn’t hear me
I cleared my throat but he didn’t seem to notice.
"He's just over there" Annie said but he didn’t look over.
"Why's he over there?" he whined, starting to cry.
I didn’t move and the tears kept falling. Annie looked at me and I sighed, going over to Damien.
"Don't cry" I said.
“Well what d'you want me to do then?" he asked, sobbing.
"How should I know?"
"You're the one telling him not to cry, prick" Annie said and I sighed.
"Y'know what? I'll just fuck off, I'm not doing anyone any good here" I tried to leave but Annie grabbed the back of my shirt.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"Back to bed"
"Your boyfriend almost killed himself this morning because of you and you're just going to go back to bed?"
"Well what am I s'posed to do? I don't know how to make him feel better. I don't even know how to make myself feel better"
"Just be there for him you idiot" she said, sounding frustrated.
I scowled at her and she crossed her arms.
"Or not. Whatever"
"Sorry, who are you exactly?"
"Annie. He works with me at the bar"
"So what exactly gives you the right to get shitty with me?"
"The fact that I seem to care more that he nearly died than you do!"
"If you're gonna go, then just go" Damien said, still in tears.
"I don't know what you want me to do, Damien"
He tried to sit up. "I want you to fucking accept that I'm over Phil and that I love you. Is that really so much to ask?"
I looked at my feet and he flopped back on the bed.
"You'd be better off without me" I mumbled.
"I really wouldn't" he said, crying more.
"Think how much shit I've put you through, Damien"
"D'you think I give a fuck about that?"
I was still looking at my feet when he curled up. I put his key down on the bedside table but he was too busy crying to notice. I leant over the bed and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"I won't bother you anymore, gorgeous"
He curled up even more, his sobs increasing as I left. Where did I head? The diner, of course. Graham was finally going to get what he wanted.